If I die tomorrow;
Remember the real me,
Not the chameleon,
The woman
Made of mirrors,
But the little girl
Who lives behind it all,
The one who still
Gets butterflies,
When he smiles,
Cries, when she's afraid,
And listens to a song
100 times in a row,
When it speaks
To her heart.
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Author:
Kora (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 29th, 2026 01:09
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Comments3
I hope you’re alive tomorrow! Great poem
Similiar theme to my nonsense poem just published here - like this very much
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